|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pagan and Christian Creeds by Edward Carpenter:
 German Sunde, sin, and sonder, separated; Dutch zonde, sin;
Latin sons, guilty. Not unlikely that the German root Suhn,
expiation, is connected; Suhn-bock, a scape-goat.
All this I have dealt with in far more detail in Civilization:
its Cause and Cure, and in The Art of Creation; but I have
only repeated the outline of it as above, because some such
outline is necessary for the proper ordering and understanding
of the points which follow.
We are not concerned now with the ultimate effects of
the 'Fall' of Man or with the present-day fulfilment of
the Eden-curse. What we want to understand is how the
Pagan and Christian Creeds
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dreams by Olive Schreiner:
dots, upon the mountain-sides, and the blue mountains rose up into the sky,
and now stood out from it and now melted back again.
The mountains seemed calling to me, but I knew there would never be a
bridge built from them to me; never, never, never! I shaded my eyes with
my hand and turned away. I could not bear to look at them.
I walked through the ruined Chapel, and looked at the Christ in red
carrying his cross, and the Blessed rubbed-out Bambino, and the Roman
soldiers, and the folded hands, and the reed; and I went and sat down in
the open porch upon a stone. At my feet was the small bay, with its white
row of houses buried among the olive trees; the water broke in a long,
thin, white line of foam along the shore; and I leaned my elbows on my
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber:
dirt, and disease, and crime, and the Lord knows what all. I
can't let you do that, Carrie."
Carrie's chin came up. She laughed a short little laugh. "Let
me! That's eighteenth-century talk, Jo. My life's my own to
live. I'm going."
And she went.
Jo stayed on in the apartment until the lease was up. Then he
sold what furniture he could, stored or gave away the rest, and
took a room on Michigan Avenue in one of the old stone mansions
whose decayed splendor was being put to such purpose.
Jo Hertz was his own master. Free to marry. Free to come and